Hindsight by Jason Darrell

The first tendrils of the moon's corona tantalised the mountain's silhouette. 

"Pleash schange your mind, Shebashtian," I slurred, woozy from the sedative he'd slipped me. 

"No. I'm going to stay and help you beat this." 

In human form, his purpose-built woodland prison held me easily. But as a wolf? Blast his naivety! 

"You musht go. Now," I pleaded, "You…you don't know…" 

"I do know you're my friend: I'd lay down my life for you," he said. Brilliant moonlight broke the shadows. Too late. How I howled. I smelled his confidence turn to fear. On some level, we were both sorry…

Published in Issue #24

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